A story from life- "DAN MEMORY"

My brother has been working as a driver for minibuses for 8 years. Whenever with him, every weekday a girl went. She went outside the school; the stop was at a crossroads, often asked to stop right near the school. For a while, the brother was indignant, and then got used to and stopped himself, without a reminder ... The girl died a year ago. And he still stops near the school. He settles other guys-as a tribute memory of that girl.